My first (crappy) CreepypastaBefore you read this Creepypasta, I would like you to know a couple of things about it. This Creepypasta is not like the others. It doesn't have Lavender Town, or screaming ghosts, or Pokemon that bleed... Well, without reason at least. But it does feature something that many think impossible for a game: Reaching out to our reality.Pokemon has been a long-time favorite for me. Favorite game, favorite show... It's been a huge influence since I first heard about it. As I grew up, I became more involved in it where others began to slowly lose their grip on the game before giving it up completely. Of course, Pokemon is always a constant source of sneering and torment from my peers, but I always dismiss it; if I love the game, why should I care what others think?With the number of Pokemon expanding from 152 (I count Missingno, believe it or not) to a never ending number of new species, I have to love all of them. But my most favorite Pokemon, despite the criticism he receives, is Lucario.